(Wheel it!) Yeah (Six!) Murda on tha beat so it's not nice That’s Baka, he's a no-long-talker Quick to let the motherfuckin' TEC slam We don’t need to hear about a next man Youts talk down, then they get ran Left them, get dipped from the whole ends

The way you look at me, I can tell that you're a freak And I can show you how to hump without making love And I'll be laying in the sun, bottle and a gun Get down, I'll show you how If you got beef, then you better step up bitch I'll have a bottle and a

Lord Pretty Flacko, Jodye Tell these fuck niggas, how you been? You can freshen our minds, niggas talk down every now and then On the style, gettin' styled 9 times out of 10 It was, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko, Jodye, Flacko Jodye Who the jiggy

Get up, I get down Get up, I get When it comes to being true, at least true to me One thing I found, one thing I found Oh no you never let me down Yo, first I snatched the streets then I snatched the charts First I had they ear, now I have their heart

Get down little mama, get down little mama Bang-bang-bang, skeet-skeet-skeet Would you do it for me? (Would you do it for me?) Make it swang, like a chain Then let me (clap somethin') Get down little mama If you gon' do it for him, better do it for me

It's time to rise up, man up, get back up, Never bend and won't be broken Dust off and then come back for more You've gotta reach down, dig deep, and break ground, Show them all you won't be beaten Come back for more Brush it off and then come back for

Sugarcane in the easy mornin' Weather-vanes my one and lonely Hey moon, please forget to fall down Hey moon, don't you go down If all our life is but a dream Fantastic posing greed Then we should feed our jewelery to the sea For diamonds do appear to be

I will tear this whole fucking house down I'm bettin' you won't do shit Oh, really? Try me. Try me! Come on, try me! Fuck out my face! Try me, bitch! Then come on and try me! Get out my fuckin' face, move! What you gonna do?

Get caught up in the game (it gets deeper then that) To the place where the motherfuckin' problem is at Dyin' in the fast lane (it gets deeper then that) So it all comes down to this (what?) Specialist with a hit list Right fist bomb type M.G.M. Fight

You mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine, you mine Bring your body here You've been workin' out lookin' so right So it's only right Yeah you know how we get It's growin' up, I know you down to ride You know it's on tonight Then tell me you gone